I bought some blades for my facial razor a couple of days ago—I was pleased because they were half-off, meaning four cartridges were $11. Nice.
As I placed it into my basket, I couldn’t help wondering if this is the last pack I will buy. Or if there will be just one more.
It’s strange to think about, how much change I might be about to undergo, and it’s things like this that get to be quite poignant. There aren’t many guy things I have to buy, but those razors are one of them. Watching that go away, as I sit here now, nervous about hormones and the rest of my transition, actually makes me happy.
That’s probably a hint that I’m on the right path.